STORIES!
This was submited by Stephanie Johnson:
Dear eveyone reading this,
I was looking through this big box in my room a few days ago and I came across an old journal that had been my aunts and being the curious person I am, I decided to look at it. I came across a poem she must of wrote, I think in high school and it really touched my heart. I want to share it with you:
"Old Friends"
"You still know eachother though a thousand miles apart;
Every minute on your mindand writen on your heart.
I don't know if i will ever see you again;
Though we keep reaching out never shall it end.
Lover's have their broken heart's,
Enemy's feel pain,
but even though we've parted,friends we shall remain."
Friends in Christ,
**Stephanie Johnson**
Here's another one:
Heaven's Messenger
Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano lesson. They
were late, and Barbara was beginning to think she should have canceled it.
There was always so much to do, and Barbara, a night-duty nurse at the local
hospital, had recently worked extra shifts. She was tired. The sleet storm
and icy roads added to her tension. Maybe she should turn the car around.
"Mom!" Ben cried. "Look!"
Just ahead a car had lost control on a patch of ice. As Barbara tapped the
brakes, the other car spun wildly, rolled over, then crashed sideways into a
telephone pole.
Barbara pulled over, skidded to a stop and threw open her door. Thank
goodness she was a nurse-she might be able to help these unfortunate
passengers. Then she paused. What about Ben? She couldn't take him with
her - little boys shouldn't see scenes like the one she anticipated. But was
it safe to leave him alone? What if their car were hit from behind? For a
brief moment Barbara considered going on her way. Someone else was sure to
come along. No!
"Ben, honey, promise me you'll stay in the car!"
"I will, Mommy," he said as she ran, slipping and sliding, toward the crash
site. It was worse than she'd feared. Two girls of high school age were in
the car. One, the blonde on the passenger side, was dead, killed on impact.
The driver, however was still breathing. She was unconscious and pinned in
the wreckage. Barbara quickly applied pressure to the wound in the teenager's
head while her practiced eye catalogued the other injuries. A broken leg,
maybe two, along with probable internal bleeding. But if help came soon,
the girl would live. A trucker had pulled up and was calling for help on his
cellular phone. Soon Barbara heard the ambulance sirens. A few moments later
she surrendered her lonely post to rescue workers.
"Good job," one said as he examined the driver's wounds. "You probably saved
her life, ma'am."
Perhaps. But as Barbara walked back to her car a feeling of sadness
overwhelmed her, especially for the family of the girl who had died. Their
lives would never be the same. Oh God, why do such things have to happen?
Slowly Barbara opened her car door. What should she tell Benjamin? He was
staring at the crash site, his blue eyes huge.
"Mom," he whispered, "did you see it?"
"See what, Honey?" she asked.
"The angel, Mom! He came down from the sky while you were running to the
car. And he opened the door, and he took that girl out." Barbara's eyes
filled with tears. "Which door, Ben?"
"The passenger side. He took the girl's hand, and they floated up to Heaven
together."
"What about the driver?". Ben shrugged. "I didn't see anyone else."
Later Barbara was able to meet the families of the victims. They expressed
their gratitude for the help she had provided. Barbara was able to give them
something more; Ben's vision. There was no way he could have known-by
ordinary means-who was in the car or what had happened to either of the
passengers. Nor could the passenger door have been opened; Barbara had seen
it's tangle of immovable
steel herself. Yet Ben's account brought consolation to a grieving family.
Their daughter was safe in Heaven. And they would see her again.
A Prayer For Angels:
I prayed for Angels to guard you night and day.
I prayed they would hover and keep harm away.
If you hear the swish of wings or feel a gentle touch.
I know God heard my prayer today and loves you very much.